Damn, this lock-picking skill is too damn impressive, right? He opened it without even making a sound?

Or did someone in the house open the door?

After experiencing so many things, I gradually began to feel numb. This time I didn't even scream, I just looked at the door a little indifferently, my mind was actually spinning.

I know that if we want to solve these mysteries, we must first set the conditions based on human beings.

But the haunted bus, the weird eye of the moon, the sister in the biochemical building, the corpse odor on the plane, the footless mother, the girl on the 18th floor... No matter what you think, it can't be man-made!!

"Follow me." I picked up my sister and walked quickly into my bedroom.

I locked the bedroom door from the inside, and suddenly realized that I was still naked, so I quickly fumbled and put on my clothes again.

There is probably a person hiding in the living room right now, and only my bedroom is safe under the current circumstances.

Huh? People?

How could I have forgotten that someone was knocking on my bedroom wall in the kitchen just now!

Definitely that person!

I put my ear against the wall above the wall where the sound came from, to confirm if the sound was still there.

At this moment——

"Bang!!"

grass!

I was startled and quickly retracted my face.

Through the touch on my face, I can indeed feel the vibrations from the light gray wall.

MD, you want to scare me?

Although I was shocked by it at first, the door lock problem was solved.

Just now I was busy "taking care" of my sister in my arms, so I naturally paid less attention to the surrounding environment. At this time, the person hiding in the kitchen took the opportunity to walk to the living room, opened the door, and quickly hid back in the kitchen.

However, I locked the door with a key. If I want to open the door, I must have our home key.

In this way, the murderer was firmly focused on my mother.

But why would mom do this?

And how did she quietly open the door with the key?

Something suddenly occurred to me.

Maybe my mother didn't open the door quietly, but Ben and I didn't hear it.

Because my sister was crying at that time.

And she cried very loudly.

I have always been curious about why she cried so hard and without warning, as if she was trying to hide something.

I suddenly remembered what my mother said to me:

"There is not a soul alive in this room."

Goosebumps instantly appeared on my skin.

My sister was also involved in this?

I turned my attention to my sister.

By this time, she had stopped crying and was sitting on the bed, lowering her head and fiddling with the corners of her clothes.

She was holding the moonlight behind her, so I couldn't see her face.

But no matter how you think about it, what my mother said doesn't make sense.

Am I not living well? Even if my mother and sister are dead, there is no way there will be no one left alive?

Or……

Is this what my mother said when she was still alive?

Thinking of this, my body trembled.

Indeed, my father often handles cases away from home, and my sister and I are both studying abroad. The only one left at home is my mother.

No, if my mother is really dead, I have to confirm when the traces of her life stopped.

I set my sights on the desktop computer in the corner of the bedroom.

We only have one computer at home, and my mother always competed with me before. When I went to school, it was naturally her world.

My mother has a habit of surfing the Internet. I just need to check the browsing history and everything will be clear.

I walked to the computer desk to do some work. The dark computer screen distorted my somewhat solemn face.

The thick dust on the computer table immediately made my heart drop to the bottom.

After staring at the screen seriously for a while, I took a deep breath and turned on the power skillfully.

After the computer made a "click" sound, the word "ASUS" appeared on the screen. I heard the irregular sound of "GalaGala" when the computer started up.

I sat on the chair anxiously, waiting for Doraemon's cute blue fat guy to appear on the table.

No matter when it comes, Doraemon will always be my idol. Although my mother secretly changed it for me several times, when she turns on the computer again, Doraemon's face with blood will definitely be on the desktop.

Pictures of pots and mouths.

Every time I see my mother's surprised expression, I feel filled with pride.

But what I didn't expect was that the person who was surprised this time was me.

Because, what appeared on the computer screen after startup was not Doraemon at all. On the screen, a picture of a woman with a face covered in blood filled the entire screen.

"puff!"

I instantly choked on my own saliva.

Although I have been looking at this bloody face since yesterday, but it came out so suddenly, my little heart really can't stand it.

Did mom touch the computer just now?

How could my mother be related to this crazy woman who doesn’t know whether she is dead or alive?

Just when I was puzzled, the computer screen suddenly moved.

A person's back appeared on the screen.

When did the screen become dynamic?

I stared at this figure carefully.

He seemed to be hung from the ceiling by someone, his eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and his face was extremely distorted in pain. His mouth was wide open, and a tongue as long and thin as a snake's letter hung out.

What was strangling his neck was a black thing, which at first glance looked like a woman's long black hair. The man was just entangled in the gap in the ceiling.

There is no doubt that he is too dead to die.

The screen on the computer suddenly moved again, and I saw the corpse hanging from the ceiling swinging around like a swing.

The corpse's elbow hit the wall next to him time and time again.

"Bah...bah...bah..."

At the same time, the bedroom wall made a sound.

MD!

I looked carefully at the environment where the body was hanging. Damn, isn’t this our kitchen!!!

I thought tremblingly, and the sound coming from the kitchen became louder.

"Gah...gah...gah...gah...gah..."

The picture on the screen changed again, and the woman's face covered in blood once again occupied the entire screen, and a strange sound began to come from the computer's speakers, and all the icons on the desktop disappeared. The whole process was as lifelike as a video chat.

.

Fuck, my scalp was so numb that I couldn't feel it, and my whole body started to tremble slightly. I have no idea what kind of system this crappy computer has changed to.

The woman who filled the screen with her face covered in blood lowered her head and made a disgusting sound from her rotten throat.

The red dress on her shoulders looked particularly eye-catching.

No! When I saw the large amount of blood spilling from the woman's mouth, I realized that the dress was definitely not red in the first place.

It was dyed red by blood.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

There was another weird cry.

The woman slowly raised her head, and I saw her dark, empty eyes, her long black hair sticking to her neck and body, and her open lips with blood flowing to her shoulders...

"ah!!"

I screamed loudly, my body shook violently like a convulsion, I lowered my head and quickly found the power cord, and unplugged it with a sudden movement.
To be continued...